Sunflowers, A Book of Kansas Poems
|by James J. Montague|
- Never any style about him, not imposing on parade;
- Couldn't make him look heroic with no end of
- Figure sort o' stout and dumpy, hair and whiskers
- kind o' red;
- But he's always moving forward when there's
- trouble on ahead.
- Five foot five o' nerve and daring, eyes pale blue and
- steely bright,
- Not afraid of men or devils -- that is Funston in a
- Fighter since he learned to toddle, soldier since he
- got his growth;
- Knows the Spaniard and the savage - for he's fought
- and licked them both.
- Not much figure in the ballroom, not much hand
- at breaking hearts,
- Rotten ringer for Apollo, but right there when
- something starts.
- Just a bunch of brain and muscle, but you always
- feel, somehow,
- That he'll get what he goes after when he mixes
- in a row.
- Weyler found out all about him, set a price upon
- his head;
- Aquinaldo's crafty warriors filled him nearly full
- o' lead.
- Yellow men and yellow fever tried to cut off his
- But since he first hit the war-trail it has never
- slipped a gear.
- And the heart of all the nation gives a patriotic
- At the news that Kansas Funston has again gone
- on his job.
Willard Wattles - 1916
June 27, 1997 /
John & Susan Howell /
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